Ring the bell, our hero’s back, our benefactor’s found.
At the foot of the hill the police stand their ground.
Beer flows, drums pound, slum and skyscraper meet,
Revelers dance naked and there’s bodies in the street.
Pact in the sun, slum and skyscraper meet.
Billion dollar penthouse and people on the street.
Pact in the sun, shade by foreign debt,
Amnesia in the Sambadrome, King Bandit’s gonna sweat.